- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Mountain King
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Atop the mountain I breathe the mountain air
As I gaze unto the valleys everywhere.
I am looking down in slack-jawed disbelief
At the masses struggling hard to pay for beef
Because it is I of the fortunate ilk—
Those without worry about the cost of milk,
And having to live from pay day to pay day.
I've been blessed with good fortune. That's just God's Way.
Hardships in the valley to me matter not
As I comfortably stand on my mountain top.
As the worthless peasants yearn for luxury,
For the lives they don't have and weren't meant to be,
I gaze on their daily toiling everywhere
And because I'm comfortably here I don't care.
From every storm cloud I seize a gold lining
For my life of five-star lodging and dining,
For my vacations in exotic places—
Places where I'll never see peasant faces.
Nor will I see them near my spacious abode
With marble floor tiles and a golden commode.
When the peasants see me they shall kiss my ring
For I am the Most High. I'm the Mountain King.
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